"Oh, it's really no bother at all," he says, giving her a small, encouraging smile. "We all need someone to talk to, at times."

He laughs a little at her words. This time, he would've laughed anyway, though if he had his way, the laugh would be a lot more of a sardonic bark than the light, polite chuckle that actually leaves his voicebox.

"Things have been strange ever since I arrived here. I'm pretty used to strange things by now, I'd like to think."

He has an inkling of what she's going to talk abdout- and really, he'd rather... not think about it too hard. But politeness comes first, and polite people hear out troubled acquaintances. Or something like that.

He just hopes she doesn't accidentally set something inside him off.